Tobirama had started kickboxing in alleys and backyards at the age of sixteen, his enemies consisting of thugs and wannabe nobodies. Now he was twenty-six and a professional at kickboxing, his opponents consisting of large men with skill to match their body size.

Tobirama was the worlds lightweight champion; add that to the fact that he had yet to lose a single match. Even as a young teenager he hadn't lost- he thanked growing up in a household of boys and rowdy neighbors for being undefeated. Learning how to fight without even needing to came in handy.

"Senju-san! Senju-san!" He turned his head to the side, eyes taking in the female reporter standing next to him. Every fight he allowed one reporter in for a personal interview, too many gave him a headache; and his brother slash manger was adamant on him having at least one.

He titled his head at her, motioning her without words to go on. He sat on his dressing room bench as he pulled out his wrapping. While he waited for her to talk he started wrapping his left hand. He watched as she pulled out a audio recorder and notepad, setting everything up in a hurry.

"You've been in allot of fights, all an easily victory for you. Not to mention you've been against some of the industries toughest men. Are you nervous for this match?" The reporter asked.

Of course she would go straight to that, "I wouldn't say I'm nervous per say."

She nodded her head understandingly as she scribbled on her notebook. "Allot of people are saying this could finally be your first lost." She looked up at him, "What do you think about that?"

Tobirama had heard about the mysterious man for a while now, the nobody he climbed their way up the ladder. Nobody knew his name or where they started, rumors had bounced around for months now. He didn't know how the bastard had been able to fight none stop, working his way to the very top in a matter of a year. Tobirama doubted even he could do that without enough motivation. He wasn't worried though, "I've purposely refrained from watching this man's fights, not wanting to hype myself up. I've been in allot of fights, not losing one, I doubt this time will be anything different."

She opened her mouth to say more only to be interrupted by the metal door opening, Hashirama walking in. He smiled kindly at the peeved woman before turned to his younger brother, "It's time." Tobirama nodded and left the room without saying anything more to the reporter.

Tobirama walked briskly down the large corridor, shaking his arms out as followed close behind his brother. He had worked moments before the reporter entered, but it never hurt to stretch a little extra.

Two double doors opened and the crowd went wild as Tobirama was introduced, cheers and excitement pushing against him as he made his way through the isle. He made little jumping motions on his way down, trying to work his legs out. By time he was in the ring his opponent was being introduced.

To say Tobirama was shocked would be a lie, he had expected the man in front of him was the person from the rumors. The man standing before him was shorter than him by three feet, his body slight and slender. Tobirama couldn't see the shade of their hair, and while most fighters preferred going with little clothing, this man whore a large baggy shirt and too long shorts. The biggest surprise was how beautiful he found the man, his face soft and round, eyes the brightest green he had ever seen.

That wouldn't be the only surprises he'd be getting tonight.

The fight was more than Tobirama expected, his opponent far better than he had thought. He fought with fluid and graceful movements, ducking a dodging. The mans hits were powerful, knocking the breath from Tobirama; Tobirama had to fight to stay on his feet after taking a hit, a hit that shouldn't belong to a man so small.

No matter how hard the other male was hit, however, Tobirama couldn't get him to make single sound. Something that irked since he hadn't been nearly as silent, cussing and shouting like a sailor.

In the end Tobirama had won, taking his champion like a grain of salt.

"Fuck!" Came the soft and girlish voice from the opposite side of the ref, Tobirama's eyes widened. The man next to him grumbled as they walked off the strange, shouting something about coming back and winning next time.

Tobirama didn't know that in the future that his opponent would be proven to be a girl, and would someday become his beloved wife.